Fée Novels & Stories

‘regards to him-‘ She read in her mind what he’d dared to say. “Mum-“ Zach interrupted her thinking. “What?” She responded at the clasp of her attention. “there’s a party tonight and i want to go. With a friend” He stammered weirdly, whilst his mum arched her brows at this development. They’d only been in Paris for three weeks and earlier today, she’d found him smiling at the walls, she knew it was a girl- -but she thought it was a girl from school, that the love capital of the world was in action, unbeknownst to her that it was one, they both couldn’t see- Irene. Katharina Stones, her real name.

Champagne wanted to know what he had planned in his mind and why he wanted to help her. "Yes princess " Heat curled down her spine, and she bit on her bottom lip. Champagne had hunch, she felt like hell would go lose any minute now. "As long as you sell yourself to me " He added. Her eyes widened for a minute, and she shook her head with disappointment. She was right all along, Rage poisoned her veins and every muscle in her body tensed. He had just proved that he saw her as a prostitute, Champagne wondered if he was just naturally stupid.

She was so unaware of their culture, of the rules that governed society here. In a few minutes, the stable master had a large open air carriage pulled around the large building. Bailey gasped in delight at the fae horses. "They're beautiful!" The horses pawed at the ground. They were large beasts, the brilliant white of snowdrops. Their forelocks were petaled, ruby crocus and blinding daffodil. Their manes were twisted green vines falling across their powerful bodies to touch the ground. Tails of vine and spring flowers twitched behind them. They were the pride of the Spring Court, and wickedly intelligent. "They are called Capall Blath in the fae tongue, or the Flower Horse."

Hera woofs at him. “See, she’s good.” He says, turning to the now clustered area around us. Aolis has told me of the fae creatures that live on their land. The little red-hair man must be a leprechaun, the twig looking girl must be a dryad, there are the sprites, of course, notable for their glowing skin making them look like large fire flies and then there are some fairies floating around too. At least I hope they are fairies, the good kind, not faeries the bad kind. Apparently, the only way to distinguish between them is how they spell fairy. Well, that and their behaviors. “Queen Anastasia is good.”

"I know. But the suspense kills me. Will she be a warrior like I? I have always dreamed of a mate who will conquer with me." Kane said nothing for a while, and Zane scoffed. "I know. She is human. That is my curse." "Humans have an allure to them, don't you think?" Zane shook his head. "I do not share your thoughts, Kane. I will get ready for tonight, and then leave once the sun rises tomorrow. Prepare everything." "Yes, brother." Kane said, and then came forward to Zane's normally affectionate half hug. Zane hugged him, then patted his back a little, before finally releasing him.

Hera woofs at him. “See, she’s good.” He says, turning to the now clustered area around us. Aolis has told me of the fae creatures that live on their land. The little red-hair man must be a leprechaun, the twig looking girl must be a dryad, there are the sprites, of course, notable for their glowing skin making them look like large fire flies and then there are some fairies floating around too. At least I hope they are fairies, the good kind, not faeries the bad kind. Apparently, the only way to distinguish between them is how they spell fairy. Well, that and their behaviors. “Queen Anastasia is good.”

“Fey?” I’d never heard of such things. What does that mean? He chuckled harshly. “I’m not the only of my kind, Saria. There are others like me. Though not as powerful. Because I learned to shuck my skin and feed on the magic of others who carry similar blood.” “What is a fey?” “A creature constructed of magic, land, and blood. Powerful.” That sounded to me like I’d have described a witch. “I don’t understand why you ‘feed’...?” I swallowed. Finding the word uncomfortable to say.

THE DISCOVERY OF ELENA The News of the discovery of a winter fairy spread across far and wide of Winterfell. The celebration event still went on as the queen of Winterfell called Aurora came in, she had tall slim figure with nice curves, her wings were as golden as gold, her dress made with colourful flowers and leaves, her hair were as brown as chocolate, her lips deep as blood and a beautiful crown made of ice on her head. She had come to see the new fairies and gave each of them special names. The fairy Born of light she gave Lumina, the fairy Born of wind she gave Faye, the fairy Born of water she gave Anahita and the fairy Born of winter she gave Elena. They were all welcomed by every f

“Why don't you introduce your first ever toy to us?” King Sven reclines in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “Fetch her out yourself, Kaius.” “Is that a challenge? Faes are quite recognisable.” “Well, this one has lost all her features and hasn't awakened her Fae energy,” King Sven replies sharply, his eyes flickering over to me for a moment. “Good luck pointing her out.” “Now I'm curious to see who this slave is. Is she pretty?” This time, it's King Thane, the Alpha King of Cessi, that speaks. There's a court of women surrounding him.

I turned to Julio “ What did he say, Julio?” Julio smiles sheepishly at my question and stammers, “ uhm…uhm…Señora, I can’t say” That’s when I knew he had said something bad , so I replied, “ ça te revient” in french ( right back at you) and he chuckles. “ tu vois? Puéril” ( See? Childish )